re_alignment | [Video]

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✘ tf: prime | wheeljack

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[It's a relatively short broadcast. Wheeljack seems to be making a lot of those recently.

Well, when he's not acting crazy.]

If ya need me, I'm gonna be at the Hub for...

ever.

[And it looks like he's already started. There's a small tower of cubes lined up.]

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[It takes a moment before another text follows. As if he'd spent the whole time trying to word this right.]

youre not alone with that what you said means something

Edited 2013-11-17 20:15 (UTC)

I wasn't certain you were going to recall it...[But he'd said it anyway.]

[And he'd meant it.]

It's good to see you've returned.

Edited 2013-11-17 20:43 (UTC)

[And that...brings a smile to his face, not that Perceptor can see it.]

thanks for putting up with it figure with enough drinks ill get over it

[Being what he was, not what was said.]

I would say you owed me, if I weren't already certain I'd said as much before. Several times. Regardless. Try not to drink yourself into a complete stupor. I... seem to be without a bodyguard, suddenly.

[He doesn't add "again". Wheeljack probably knows.]

guess i owe you double how about i start with a drink

[You're a big guy, Percy. You can handle a drink.]

gone too huh

So you do. Suit yourself. I'm not much for drinking, however.

[His response is delayed. You can only be in denial for so long...]

Possibly. I don't know for sure.

one drink wont kill you

[C'mon Perceptor, after the loss of your bodyguard, sounds like you need it.]

sorry lost someone too

That's debatable. And depends entirely upon what one is drinking.

[Well, at least the nit-picking is more like Perceptor than the moping.]

... Another?

[Yes, this means he remembers how many Wheeljack has lost. And puts him on alert.]

standard high grade big guy like you can take it

[There's a pause in replies. That one's sent first before the next comes, a few moments later.]

a wrecker

I see. ... Very well then. I'll come to you.

appreciated look for the stack of cubes

[Joke or not? Only time will tell.]

I was planning on locating your energy signature, but if it's going to be as simple as locating a teetering stack of empty containers, well then.[Okay the sass is a lot more like him too.]

you know my energy signature im flattered sarge

[He can sass right back.]

You've spent enough time hovering about my lab, I'd be a fool not to have it memorized. I'm on my way.

[There's no need to text further. He just closes the Link and gets to his drinks, setting one aside for Perceptor when he eventually arrives. Surprisingly, he's still sober by that time.

Probably built up a tolerance over the years.]

[He doesn't say anything when he gets there. He just takes a seat beside the Wrecker, drawing the cube over to him.]

[And staring straight ahead. Waiting for Wheeljack to break the silence.]

...

[It's an awkward, silent few minutes before he speaks up, taking a few sips of his (who knows how many he's gone through) high grade.]

Swoop's gone. I'm down to four Wreckers not includin' me.

[It's hard to admit how much it feels like home.]

[He shutters his optics, venting out a long sigh, before he responds.]

... Grimlock with him.

[The massive dinobot wasn't part of a close team like Wheeljack had, but... it was someone from home.]

[They're both in the same boat. He glances over at Wheeljack, before, with supreme hesitation, setting a hand on his forearm.]

[He tenses up at that news. He knew Grimlock by reputation only. But despite Perceptor's irritation, he knew there was a somewhat fondness.

He knew, because it was the same attitude Perceptor gave him.]

Sorry.

[When that hand touches his arm, he doesn't even flinch. His gaze casts towards that hand, but nothing else is said.]

Mm. I should be the one to say it to you, shouldn't I? Bonds of a team and whatnot...

[Hardly anyone ever notices that. Then again, hardly anyone tries to. He's never been the most... social.]

[This, right here, in the bar, lamenting losses over alcohol, is the most consistent thing he's had to companionship.]

[And so his hand stays where it is.]

Isn't anythin' I haven't been through before.

[His head drops a bit, swirling his drink.]

Both here and back home.

[Seems like this world loved taking the Wreckers away. They dwindled faster than the Police Force ever did. Figures, in a world where death isn't permanent, they're still picked off.

Some luck, huh.]

He was from your world. Probably means somethin'.

All the more reason not to wish it on you again.

[He means it. For all that it's short, clipped, and for all the lack of elaboration, it's sincere.]

[He sips at his cube, free hand still resting, in some kind of quiet reassurance, on Wheeljack's arm.]

Doubtful. It doesn't bear thinking about. It's done with.

[There's a soft vent. A sigh, from the Wrecker as he swirls that cube idly.]

Thanks Sarge. Wouldn't want it on you, either. Anyone.

[And there's a soft slump against him. He's tired, Perceptor. He's so tired.]

Well... you're still here. Which counts for something, I suppose.

[Yeah, for all the snark, he's actually glad Wheeljack's still around. More than just glad.]

[Evidenced by the way he shifts, taking the Wrecker's weight as if it were nothing. Though... his hand shifts. Moving to Wheeljack's shoulder, instead.]

..Same to you. One of the few who's made it this far on this rock.

[He slumps more, practically collapsed on him now.]

I'm tired, Sarge.

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